Under One Person: The End of Technique, Company Building

"I'd like to take this opportunity to say a few words."

"Speaking of which, back then I did some research on traditional culture in Zhuge Village and helped out the villagers in my spare time. I did live a very leisurely and carefree life."

"Until later, Mr. Zhao found me."

"That was truly a wake-up call."

Zhuge Qi, with his gold-rimmed glasses, slicked-back hair, and impeccably tailored executive jacket, spoke calmly, "President Zhao told me, 'Little Qi, it's a pity to keep your talents hidden. You should use them to serve the people.'"

"After joining the company, I realized that my previous vision and perspective were ultimately too narrow."

"If it weren't for General Manager Zhao's recommendation, I would still be unemployed at home right now. Of course, there's nothing wrong with staying home to take care of my parents, but joining the company would open up a whole new world for me to realize my ambitions."

……

The red indicator light on the camera lens went out.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Zhuge Qi stood up from behind his desk and shook hands with each member of the interview team.

Xiao Liu, a reporter from the city TV station, was a little confused by his actions and quickly bowed and shook hands: "Not at all, Section Chief, you're the one who's been working hard. I've taken up your entire afternoon."

"Hey, it's just my job." Zhuge Qi smiled, his twenty-eight-year-old face looking forty-eight in that smile. "Working in the publicity department is still work. Cooperating with the media is cooperating with superiors. It's all part of my job."

Xiao Liu blinked and smiled in agreement.

The head of the Department of Extraordinary People in front of me is young but has the demeanor of an old man. He speaks succinctly and is friendly but has a sense of distance.

They are just like those seasoned veterans who have been working their way up in the system for decades.

But his resume speaks for itself: he entered public service at the age of 24, was promoted to deputy section chief at the age of 26, and became the head of the non-public affairs section at the age of 27.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the other person's position isn't very high; their actual authority is terrifying, and they are directly under General Manager Zhao's leadership.

It's no exaggeration to say that this person is second only to General Manager Zhao in the company.

"Section Chief, we have plenty of footage today. I'll send it to you for review after we've edited it," Xiao Liu asked tentatively.

Zhuge Qi waved his hand, his smile becoming noticeably less enthusiastic: "There's no need for an interrogation. You professionals can handle professional matters; I trust you."

However, before the final cut is released, please send it to my secretary for a quick look. We need to be cautious about some of the statements concerning the management policy for people with supernatural abilities.

Xiao Liu thought to himself, "Isn't this still an interrogation?" but he kept saying yes.

While the interview team was packing up their equipment, Zhuge Qi walked to the window, took out his phone, and glanced at it.

Two unread messages.

One of the reports was a work report from Office Director Lao Zhou, saying that the citywide plan for registering and investigating people with unusual circumstances for next week had been drafted and was waiting for his signature.

The second message was sent ten minutes ago, with the contact name "Zhuge Qing (cousin)".

The message was simple: Brother Qi, I'm downstairs.

After reading it, Zhuge Qi showed no change in expression. He simply put his phone back in his pocket and said to Xiao Liu, who was still packing, "Xiao Liu, you guys take your time packing. I have a visiting comrade over there. Go and take care of him first."

"Oh, Section Chief, you're busy, you're busy."

Zhuge Qi walked out of the studio, through the corridor, his leather shoes making rhythmic sounds on the floor tiles, neither too fast nor too slow.

The office of the Extraordinary Persons Affairs Department is located on the sixth floor of the headquarters building of Na Du Tong Company, occupying a whole half floor.

This name sounds like a temporary department, but in reality, it wields considerable power. It is responsible for the registration, management, and emergency response of people with disabilities throughout Beiping (Beijing).

In addition, it also exercises the power to supervise the distribution of local transportation in various districts.

It can be said that their status is even higher than that of ordinary distribution managers.

Although most people have no idea what "Outcasts" are, it's enough that the higher-ups do.

The company is an official intermediary between ordinary people and superhumans, and it can mobilize the power of both the official and superhuman sides, which is a huge force.

He took the elevator down to the lobby on the first floor and saw a person standing at the entrance from afar.

The man was tall and slender, wearing a dark blue Chinese-style jacket, with his long hair casually tied back, exuding a lazy and carefree air.

He was leaning against the access control gate, looking with great interest at the emergency management posters hanging on the lobby wall, his expression as if he were visiting an art exhibition.

It was his cousin, Zhuge Qing.

"Xiao Qing".

Zhuge Qi walked to the turnstile, nodded to the security guard, and then turned to Zhuge Qing, saying in a calm tone, "Come in and register."

Zhuge Qing turned his gaze away from the promotional poster and looked at his cousin, a slight smile curving his lips.

He walked into the lobby at a leisurely pace, wrote his name on the visitor registration form, and then followed Zhuge Qi toward the elevator.

"Brother Qi."

"I've said it so many times, you should use your job title when you're at work."

"Yes, Qi Ke."

Zhuge Qi didn't reply. He pressed the elevator's up button, the metal doors opened, and he went in first.

Zhuge Qing followed them in, and the elevator doors closed, revealing their figures reflected in the mirrored stainless steel panels on all four sides.

One stood ramrod straight, the other leaned against the handrail; their demeanors were completely opposite.

The elevator slowly ascended, and the numbers on it changed.

"Although I asked you to come over when you had time, why didn't you tell me beforehand?" Zhuge Qi suddenly spoke up.

"GG ​​finished work early and just happened to be passing by, so I stopped by. I already told you on WeChat."

"Sending a message ten minutes ago is considered giving advance notice?" Zhuge Qi turned his head and gave him the look of an old leader criticizing a subordinate for not following procedures. "Given notice means at least half a day in advance, following the proper reporting procedures, and having the office register and arrange it. What if I was in an important meeting just now, barging in like this?"

Zhuge Qing blinked, then suddenly laughed: "Brother Qi, do you know who you're talking like right now?"

"Who does he look like?"

With no one else around, Zhuge Qi stopped correcting the other person's form of address.

"Like our third uncle, who served as the village party secretary for forty years."

Zhuge Qi was silent for two seconds, and then the elevator "dinged" and arrived at the sixth floor.

He stepped out of the elevator and said without turning his head, "Third Uncle is an elder, don't make up stories about him."

Zhuge Qing followed behind him, his smile deepening.

The office area of ​​the Department of Extraordinary Persons is decorated in a very neat and orderly manner, with gray and white walls, fluorescent light tubes arranged in an orderly manner, and offices on both sides of the corridor, with the department name marked on the door.

The overall decoration style is no different from any other government agency: clean, bright, and grand.

Zhuge Qi's office was at the end of the corridor, with the words "Section Chief" written on the door, simple and clear.

Pushing open the door, the interior was equally orderly: a desk, a swivel chair, a sofa and coffee table for receiving guests, a filing cabinet against the wall, and a computer, telephone, and several stacks of neatly arranged documents on the desk.

The only thing that seemed a little personal was a potted green ivy on the windowsill, which was growing well but had been trimmed into neat squares.

Zhuge Qing walked around the office, finally sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked at Zhuge Qi who was making tea.

"Brother Qi, what's the matter that you called me over?"